Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.